Following the address given by Zhou Zimei, Zhang Xiaofan arrived at the gambling den that Qian Feng frequented.
Zhou Zimei had said that Qian Feng was already addicted to gambling.
So even though his hand had been broken by Zhang Xiaofan in the morning,
according to the behavior of such people, he would surely have gotten a casual plaster at the hospital and continued gambling.
In fact, Zhang Xiaofan was curious; Qian Feng had long run out of money to gamble with, so what was he betting with now?
The gambling den wasn't hard to find because it was actually a mahjong parlor.
Disguising a casino as a mahjong parlor was a common trick.
"Brother Haonan, lend me another two thousand,"
"As soon as I win back what I lost, I'll immediately pay you back."
"Damn it, Qian Feng! You tell me, how much do you owe me?"
